The boy is officially crawling. No ifs ands or buts. He's moving. And he's attracted to the coffee table like Star Jones is attracted to attention. No matter what direction he's facing, he finds a way to spin around and head toward the most dangerous object in the room. Probably because he wants to pull himself up by it, but luckily he's a bit too small to do that just yet.
Heartbreak was averted when we saw him crawl before the babysitter...told us he'd done it there. Ok, so it's mildly disappointing to know we weren't the first ones to see him crawl. But it wasn't so bad because we got to think we were first. Then later we found out we weren't, but it softened the blow considerably.
I'll have some new pictures to post soon. Hopefully by tomorrow.
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I'm glad that she didn't. That's the point. Perhaps she, like myself, thought it best to let the parents experience it first.
I side with our sitter on this one. Plus I just think she's world class anyway, so I'd pretty much take up for her in most situations.
I'm glad Sherry didn't tell us he had crawled. I like to believe we were the first to see it. We are so thankful to have found Sherry. She's really good to him.
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